Basketball Myth: Super Guard

On the way back to St. Joseph's High School from away, the players were very quiet.

Although it has long been known that this game cannot be won, although everyone knows that it is good enough to be able to get to this point this season and reach the semi-finals.

But, who can be happy after losing?

Qin Hao looked out the window and was talking to Jiang Xue. He didn't tell Jiang Xue about his injury. He didn't say anything about his family and friends in the country, and it was not a serious injury. Qin Hao still felt a little unwilling to make it to the semi-finals.

"It doesn't matter, I lost this time, and I just win back next time." Jiang Xue's voice came from the phone, comforting Qin Hao.

She could feel that Qin Hao's mood was not very good, but she didn't know that Qin Hao was not in a bad mood because he lost the game, but because he was not able to play.

Of course, Qin Hao wouldn't blame Frank. If Frank didn't really treat him as a family member, why bother?

After chatting with Jiang Xue for a while, Qin Hao's mood improved, and he smiled and asked: "By the way, you should be in the provincial capital now? Tomorrow is the provincial final?"

"Yeah." On the other side of the phone, Jiang Xue replied: "Tomorrow is the provincial league final, and the opponent is Ningchuan No. 1 Middle School. It is said that this year Ningchuan No. 1 Middle School has further strengthened and is stronger than last year. But we are confident of winning Next this game, won the provincial championship."

"That's good." Qin Hao couldn't help but remember the days when he was in Yuyang No. 7 Middle School.

Although he only stayed for less than a year, he still remembered deeply.

Half an hour later, Qin Hao hung up the phone, and there was an expanse of green outside the car window, and it looked a little vast further away. The scene was magnificent, interpreting the beauty of nature.

......

What moved the St. Joseph's High School players was that even though they lost the semifinals, when they returned to St. Joseph's High School, the students still greeted them with heroes.

This time even the principal and many teachers were there. There were hundreds of people waiting for them at the school gate, including some fans outside the school.

For example, the people around South Bend, the parents of St. Joseph's High School students, etc...

In an instant, the depression of losing the game and the touch of being greeted by so many fans were mixed together, and the hearts of the players were tumbling.

The two-meter man Douglas wiped his tears and said guiltily: "Sorry, we didn't win the semifinals."

"It's okay." Principal Johnson patted Douglas on the arm and said: "Even if you fail to win the semifinals, you are still the heroes of our St. Joseph High School. You have done well enough and even exceeded our expectations. Boy, don't Blame yourself."

"Yes, in our hearts, you are not losers, you are heroes!"

"Hero, hero..."

The crowd shouted loudly, their voices resounding throughout the campus.

Qin Hao couldn’t help feeling agitated, and thought of Yuyang No. 7 Middle School. Although he changed places and teams, he still felt familiar. He trained hard and put in so much sweat. In addition to his love of basketball, for himself In addition to his dream, but also for these fans.

This season is over, Frank also gave the players a holiday, there will be no training for the next week, and the players can rest for a whole week.

But Qin Hao didn't stop. Although the knee injury was not healed, he still insisted on training every day. He just didn't do high-intensity training, just practiced dribbling, free throws, and passing.

After some training, Qin Hao stopped.

He was the only one in the huge arena, which seemed empty and lonely, but Qin Hao didn't think that he was used to it a long time ago.

Many people like to play, but don't like to practice. For example, in many community courts, when no one is playing in a team, everyone is lazy, lacks energy, and feels boring.

This is because the training is very boring, the same movement is repeated a thousand times, ten thousand times, and whoever changes it will feel bored.

Especially when you are alone.

But when you get used to it, you will feel that this is very good.

Qin Hao is like this. He has become accustomed to training by himself, no one is disturbed, no noisy sounds, immersed in his own basketball world, he will not feel boring and boring at all, on the contrary, he enjoys this feeling very much, which will make him Feel comfortable.

"Huh!"

The ball is scored.

Qin Hao picked up the basketball, adjusted his breathing, sat down on the side of the court, took out his mobile phone to land on Penguin, and sent a message to the little fat man Peng Jun.

There was a reply soon, and the phone kept ringing.

The little fat man is broadcasting the finals of the South Provincial High School Basketball League to Qin Hao by means of live text, Yuyang No. 7 Middle School vs. Ningchuan No. 1 Middle School.

The reason why it is Little Fatty and not Jiang Xue is because Jiang Xue, as the team leader, must turn off his mobile phone at this time. Coach Jiang Fangping has regulations.

"It's already the second quarter. Yu Qian is single. Hey, it's too late to be fast. I saw Yu Qian passing the defender in a change of direction. After rushing into the inside, he flew up and jumped up like a magical soldier. A terrible aura burst out...I'll go, he dunked!"

"Come on, Wang Lei is playing singles in the low post. Look at his ultimate move..."

Looking at the constantly refreshing information on the Penguin, Qin Hao twitched the corner of his mouth, regretting letting the little fat man do the text live broadcast for himself.

The live broadcast is live broadcast, can you bring some private goods less, this is a text live broadcast, not a stand-up comedy, the whole taste is wrong.

Qin Hao replied, but unfortunately it was useless and only kept three sentences.

......

Domestic, Southern Province.

At the Provincial Stadium, a game is really going on.

Last year, Yuyang No. 7 Middle School also played against Ningchuan No. 1 Middle School. In the end, Yuyang No. 7 Middle School won. But this season, Ningchuan No. 1 Middle School didn’t know what to do. Not only did it recruit two good high school players, but also A good player was dug from Tianshui Middle School.

Coupled with the ace player Gao Yueran, Zhang Yong and Zhang Hong, the strength of Ningchuan No. 1 High School has not weakened compared to last season, on the contrary, it has become stronger.

The game has reached the second quarter, the scores of both sides are anxious, Yuyang No. 7 Middle School leads by 2 points.

"Huh!"

With a soft sound, Zhang Hong hit a three-pointer and helped Ning Chuan first score.

Yuyang Seventh Middle School counterattacked.

Zhao Xuebing asked for a pick-and-roll after coming to the front court, and then divided the ball to Jiang Feng, Gao Yueran blocked Jiang Feng, raised one hand, his expression was dignified, and he was waiting.

"laugh!"

Jiang Feng started, suddenly accelerated, and broke through from the left. The extremely fast first step caused Gao Yueran to suffer more than one loss. He was prepared and quickly retreated.

But at this moment Jiang Feng suddenly stopped and pulled out.

Gao Yueran had no choice but to withdraw just a step back. Jiang Feng was too sudden to jump up. He had no time to jump up. He could only turn his head and look towards the hoop. He saw the basketball go into the net and lift the net, like A white wave...

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